For The Damned (Pt. 1)

stoney language for the damnedthrowing words like weaponsberating those that do not curse the wickedundressing the head strongand suckling the wind of it’s sweet songthe marrow in the bones of ironysteeled from its chillreverberating the snide chimesbreaking glass jaws with their pitchdrowning sorrows in holy waterdigging their own graves from shallowed groundthrowing salt in the wounds of the condemnedthe sting an unwanted reminderthey have sinned in their beds toostained with lies and wiveswilted good luck charms used as kindling for these sparkswildfire spreading as fast as liesand all of us are damned